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Posts tagged ‘curdled nostalgia’

Infernal ensemble

March 11th, 2019

I turned in earlier than usual last night in hopes of better acclimating myself to the effects of Daylight Savings Time. That did not happen, but I did get a chance to catch an episode of Night Gallery on MeTV before nodding off. The plot centered around a mental asylum for rich folks (somewhere in […]

Trade-in: Maximum metal

February 27th, 2019

Though my pile of trade paperbacks has ramped up its rate of growth in the past couple of months, my slow drift back into reading comics for — GASP — fun started a couple of summers ago. Maura and I had to have our fingerprints taken as part of the pre-adoption process, and the nearest […]

A gut feeling

January 25th, 2019

Some friends and I were chatting the other day about how certain funnybooks evoke vivid “sense memories.” If you’ve been into the hobby for a long enough stretch of time, you’ll know what I’m referring to — flipping through some back issue from your formative years and getting a double-barreled Proustian blast of tastes, sounds, […]

Courtesy of the “Horror and Sci-Fi” insert in the October 4, 1986 issue of Billboard comes the “HORROR/SCI-FI VID RENTAL REVIEW” chart for the preceding year. It’s an interesting period of time, personally speaking, because it reflects the brief window where my family had a functioning VCR and a rental membership at the Video Station […]

Night Gallery was proof that you can’t go home again, with a tanned and weary Rod Serling attempting to reprise The Twilight Zone minus the level of craft or creative control. The spooky-themed anthology did have its occasional moments, but it’s telling that the best of them — like “The Caterpillar” and its ear-to-ear slice […]

Back to Wax #34: Hair and gone

September 4th, 2018

The above photo was taken a year ago, right after I got my iPhone and before everything went to shit. It’s a shot of my grandma’s bathroom, an odd choice of subject material but one with a lot of nostalgic weight tied up in it. The bathroom — the only one in my grandma’s home […]

Sic transit gloria Nineties

July 31st, 2018

Looking back, you wonder if any of it was real. Of course it was. You can find ample physical evidence in any thrift store or the few sad remnants you’d elected to hold on to all this time. There’s a part of you that whispers how these were your best years — a halcyon daze […]

Stale madeleines

March 27th, 2018

Ready Player One is a set of flash cards elevated into profitability by an audience eager to be pandered to in the most facile manner imaginable. It’s nostalgia at its namedropping laziest. It epitomizes everything I despise about retro-gazing culture, yet there’s a part of me that wonders if that isn’t a little hypocritical on […]

Journalists and marketers love to emphasize generational tags for their own nefarious (or just plain lazy) purposes, but blanket descriptors such as “boomers” or “millennials” tend to be a whole lot of hogwash. At best, these designations are useful in the way terms like “new wave” or “electronica” are useful — a handy little bit […]

Everything old is older again

January 11th, 2018

While last Tuesday’s post gave me no small satisfaction, I felt convinced the formula could be improved by selecting a temporal window with a higher payload of reminders of my core demographic’s fleeting mortality. With that in mind, let’s take an existentially fraught trip through SPIN’s January 1998 issue — released twenty years ago this […]

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